Eighteen Phoenician Myths brought back from antiquity to the present.
The Phoenicians were the most gifted people of the ancient world. They never made war. They were the best builders and the greatest sailors of their time. They invented the imagination, the wheel and the alphabet. They were the first to realize that time is round and the first to travel through time. Unfortunately, on that journey they disappeared forever.
History was written by the victors, the ones who so proudly used to say, ‘We came, we saw and we conquered.’ This is the story of the defeated ones. The ones who, in their innocence, allowed the weak and wicked to not only surpass and defeat them, but to erase them from the face of earth. Glory to those who burnt in the infinite circle of time. Eternal is only Baal and the sun that he has given us!’
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It all began a long time ago.
When the Phoenicians built Byblos, the first town ever to be built, Baal’s gentle heart swelled and he decided to give them an extraordinary gift. ‘The first child to be born in this new town,’ he said, ‘shall always be reborn!’ It happened and that child was I. I do not remember exactly when it was, but if I replaced centuries with years, which seems quite natural to me, I would now be sixty years old.
The Phoenicians considered my continuous rebirth as a natural thing. It was a gift from their god and therefore they didn’t envy me nor did they feel sorry for me. They named me Phoenix, which meant ‘the one who is always reborn’, and some said that it could also mean ‘the travelling soul’ or ‘the crying soul’. I spent my first life in Byblos and when I realized that my time was running out I went to Baalbek, where in the temple of God’s tear was my grave. From cedar branches, incense and myrrh I made a pyre, and soon my body vanished in the fire and my soul turned into a flock of cranes.
The priestess from the temple of god’s tear gathered the remains of my body and buried them beside the altar, and the cranes dropped a tear over Byblos, thus giving my soul away to a newborn boy.
But when I was rebortn I didn’t know that I was Phoenix. I wandered the world and thought that I was looking for happiness and some space under the sun, just like everyone else. It was only when I came back to Baalbek that I realized who I was and what my role in the universe was. I realized that I was Phoenix, the one who is always reborn.
And so it was in every life – I wandered the world, searching for something, only to realize in the end that in all those years I was searching for my grave. But that is my fate and I follow it bravely.